The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth Novels & Stories

” Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t look away. “My turn,” I whispered, smiling through them. “Liam, I used to think love was fragile. Something you could lose if you weren’t careful. But then I met you, and with you, love has been anything but fragile. It’s been fire, storm, ache, and home all at once. You’ve broken my heart, and you’ve healed it. You’ve terrified me, and you’ve protected me. You’ve given me Sophia, and you’ve given me back myself. And through it all, I learned something: real love doesn’t run. It roots deep.

In the end, it just meant you never truly loved me. "Lexie, I still love you. Please come back to me. I swear, if you come back, I’ll do anything for you!" A player like him could come up with sweet lies effortlessly, and only a fool would believe them. Hearing his words made me feel like I was going to vomit. "Get lost. I don’t have time to listen to your disgusting nonsense." Felix, still refusing to give up, lunged forward to kiss me. Suddenly, a fist landed hard on his face.

Because I wanted to bed my one true love today… Right now. My brother Olivander’s one true love was only fifteen and half his age. He’d met her when she was just a babe, and as soon as she’d hit puberty, he’d sent her off to a boarding school to avoid temptation, where he refused to see her again until she was a proper age to wed. The last few years had been a miserable, difficult time for him. He’d become quite moody and irrational. It would wreck me if I had to suffer through the same fate as him and wait so long for my mate.

Damian said immediately, his eyes lighting up with hope. “Promise me you will never treat me like I am less than you,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “Promise me you will never make me feel like I owe you anything, or that I am just a burden to carry. Promise me that you will always be honest with me, and if you ever decide you don’t want me around anymore… you will tell me straight to my face, not lie to me or cheat on me.” Damian smiled, a warm, genuine smile that reached his eyes and made my heart race faster. He lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to my knuckles, a gesture so respectful and sweet that it made my breath catch.

My toes curled, my body tensed, and I bit down on my lip as a tremor ran through me. His hands slid over my stomach and higher, his gentle touch sending waves of heat through me. When his fingers brushed me there, desire flared sharply, stealing my breath. I gasped, helplessly wanting more. "Relax, baby." Then that determined presence pressed forward again, solid and insistent. "No… don't," I begged. After the initial fullness, pain bloomed—sharp and unfamiliar. Tears spilled freely, beyond my control. "Trust me," he murmured, breath ragged. "Just hold on a little longer."

But the joyful atmosphere was suddenly shattered by Zachary barging in. "Yvonne, you can't marry Thomas! I don't agree to this marriage!" He tried to rush the stage, but the security guards at the door stopped him. He could only shout at me from behind them, desperation in his voice. "Yvonne, we've been together for three years! I know you're doing this to get back at me—I was wrong, okay? Come home with me, please. The one you love the most has always been me!" Scandal among the wealthy was always a hot topic—reporters swarmed toward the commotion like sharks smelling blood.

“Our beginning was wrong. It was complicated. It was painful in ways I never speak about.” My throat tightens as I look him in the eye and say, “But I swear to God, I loved you,” before a hollow laugh escapes my lips. “So this is the lesson, isn’t it?” I ask while gripping the suitcase handle until my knuckles ache, finally swallowing against my tears to add, “Never fall in love during a contract marriage... Lesson learned.” I move toward the door. Hardin steps directly in front of me, blocking the exit. His chest rises and falls heavily. He has no intention of moving.

I offer with a smile. “I’d like that,” she grins. “Great,” I say and give her a wink. She blushes again and finishes her wine, placing the glass on the table and giving me that breathtaking smile, and my heart skips a beat. I’ve never felt like this before. Elisha P.O.V

Grace smiled faintly and remained silent, accepting it as a tacit agreement. There's no such thing as love at first sight in the world. Even if it does exist, it's just a fleeting infatuation. True love is accumulated through the small gestures and touches in life, coming together gradually. Otherwise, it is very fragile! So-called love at first sight is like seeing a flower in the mist, hazy and beautiful, but once the sun comes out and the mist dissipates, it may turn out to be just a trumpet flower!

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ